Caesarian Time Warp Poem by Boghos Artinian

By a strange Cesarean time warp
Julius Caesar finds himself,
with his legendary fruit tray,
at Wimbledon, watching the finals.
As he munches away at fruits
he asks: 'Aren't those two going to fight?
They are not wearing any armor.
What strange weapons are they holding?
Why the separation by a net?
'This is not my cup of tea' he shouts.
'Such are the modern gladiators'
says someone sitting next to him.
'They fight at a proper distance,
throwing rubber balls across the net.
They may fight for more than five hours,
yet you do not see any blood,
for they do not fight to kill
but rather to make a killing! '
Suddenly by another warp
Julius Caesar finds himself
at the Colosseum again.
'This is my cup of tea', he says.
As he watches the splattering
of the gladiators' blood!

Boghos L. Artinian MD